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Harmony: My definition

As a child one of my most clear memories is that of laying in bed, hearing familiar voices floating through the creaking old floorboards to my ears. Love and laughter, family coming together and conferring on terms and views that have long since been forgotten. The sound of a gay laughter bringing deep from a love, that soar to my young soul. With the grace of a Heaven's angel. Muffled giggles of secrecy hidden beneath a grandmama made quilt with stories to tell of it's own. The sweet summer night scent creeping through the unto tight window, a night hawk chanting his love call to his mate. Oh! The bliss lost in time. Tortured and blessed by the unruly hands of fate.

The smell of home has never left me, no matter where my existence takes me. Sailing the grand oral of time, through storms of fire and passion for living. I have never forgotten what it was like to see my kin working hand and hand in the family garden, or cursing the earth for it's at times hateful ways. The smell of my grandmother's kitchen on a cold autumn day, with beets a boil and a roast in the oven. The way my siblings looked when they rolled around on the freshly cut summer grass, reflecting that of curious pups. Or the way the sun would set on the water. So many colors, I never thought there could be so many. Watching his royal highness floating to gentle sleep in the twilight. How could such things be forgotten? The thorn that has pricked and planted itself in our minds, the few things that we will cling to forever. Had they not be remembered will they ever have existed? The feelings from the heart that we all take for granted. The sounds and sights of those who have been there for us. The feeling of catching grasshoppers or chasing butterflies. Of telling tall tales to impress or friends. Talking all night long in the moonlight about what our lives would be. What we wanted, and excepted. To aim for a goal, that seems impossible but never giving up because the one thing we have. The one thing no one can steal from us, call it what you will, fate, the meaning of life, the one thing. The one thing that makes it all meaningful. Have we come so far that we have forgotten what it was like? What those days were like? The love. The hope. The unexplainable feeling of freedom reared by immortal bliss of childhood. I miss those days. Days of peace and no worry. Trying as hard as possible to break ever rule yet stay by the rules. To follow those we admire, yet chart our own course. Refusing to be classified as whatever they saw fit. To be pulled in meaningless fads, that would be gone before eyes could blink. The arguments can't be heard the same, as mistakes are as important as corrections. Seeing how many times the world seem to fall down around my ears. How many times my parents would kill me? How many times I couldn't return to school because... They become all and one. Peace and harmony. Harmony. That one thing that makes it all worth while. The breathlessness of feeling your lips pressed against another's for the first time. The feelings in your soul as you pledge yourself to another for life. The look in your husband's eyes when you lay your firstborn in his arms. The way your son pouts on his first day of school. The beauty of your daughter on the night of her first date. The smiles and awes when your grandchildren open their presents on Christmas morning. The feeling of contentment without fear when the last breath leaves your body, carrying the knowledge that the one thing has been done. The one thing has been answered. The knowledge that the legacy we built would goes on, as does the memories of a first kiss or the sound of the wind in the hills just past the yard. The way the dandelions return with the coming of each spring. The sound of spring ice busting and thundering as the water pleads to be free.....